[Verse 2: John Forte]
I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La
Bust when we rush
Through you must, know ruckus
Crew got G's like the refu's
So F who
Ever want to test
Bring me stress
West coast back to east
Grab my toast when I reach
Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban
Sippin' Bourbon, surviving
We real to keep the word when
A boy want fa testthis set
Then you get wet-up
Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet

[Verse 3: Lauryn Hill]
Fake bullets can't scar me
I can smell the weak out like safariPlay you out like AtariSacrifice you Hari Kari
And I'm sorryTo every single rapper, Dick and Harry
Saying they want to spar me
Cause how thick my repertoire
And my memoir be
Reminding me of eating Calamari
In the Khalahari with a band of Rastafari
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and

[Verse 5: Wyclef Jean] 2X
Ayo, What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon
Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion

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About “Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix)”

Other than the Original Fu-Gee-La track on Fugees‘ The Score album, they also released 4 bonus tracks, including 3 Remixes for the song.